Song Yansheng said he liked the gift Shi Nuan gave him. When he said this, the smile in his eyes carried a soft aura that spread out gently.

Like the dazzling light bursting out after clouds and mist have dispersed, making Shi Nuan’s heart ripple like the wrinkles on a spring water surface.

The Song Yansheng from before rarely smiled in Shi Nuan’s mind, although during the few times they met, he did smile at her.

Yet she still felt he was a person with a lonely heart, not someone who smiled easily. Yes, his lack of smiles was not due to seriousness, but loneliness.

At that time, Shi Nuan was not familiar with Song Yansheng and didn’t understand him at all, but she just had this firm feeling about it.

However, his smile was truly beautiful. In ancient times, they described a woman’s smile as enchanting; Shi Nuan felt that Song Yansheng’s smile was enough to be called "enchanting" as well.

Shi Nuan said: "As long as Second Uncle likes it..."

Her eyes flickered before she continued: "Then, Second Uncle, can you... stop being angry because of this cufflink?"

"Angry?" Song Yansheng squinted slightly, thinking, could it be that his earlier coldness made Shi Nuan mistakenly believe he was angry?

He gave a thin smile, looked at Shi Nuan, and called out to her: "Nuannuan..."

His broad palm gently stroked her back as he said softly, "Thank you, Nuannuan!"

"..." Shi Nuan blinked, not quite knowing what to say, slightly biting her lip, she said: "Then... Second Uncle, are you not angry anymore?"

"How could I bear to be angry with Nuannuan? I simply can’t bear it, no matter what..."

Shi Nuan sighed in relief, as long as he wasn’t angry anymore. Still, having made Song Yansheng wait for so long, she should apologize!

She snuggled into Song Yansheng’s arms and said: "I’m sorry... Second Uncle, for making you wait so long tonight. In the future... I won’t do it again!"

Song Yansheng smiled: "It’s only half an hour, not that long. But even so, I don’t enjoy waiting for Nuannuan... So, Nuannuan, please don’t make me wait in the future!"

Shi Nuan lowered her eyebrows, recalling Aunt Hui’s reminder, and thought it had been a long time.

Of course, Aunt Hui might have felt that half an hour was long enough since Song Yansheng had gone upstairs earlier, showing a clearly unhappy mood.

Shi Nuan asked: "So, can Second Uncle let go of me now?"

Song Yansheng not only didn’t let go but held her even tighter.

He spoke as if enjoying it: "No, just a little longer..."

A little longer? Fine, then let’s hold a little longer!

...

On this day, Song Yansheng was extremely happy with the cufflink Shi Nuan gave him, even though she didn’t buy it herself.

But Shi Nuan said she wanted to give it to a special man in her life, and she chose him.

He didn’t doubt Shi Nuan’s word, and he believed that even if he hadn’t discovered the cufflink, Shi Nuan would have given it to him.

However, how she would have given it to him, or what time she might have chosen, were unknowns.

His little wife was quite shy and reserved; he didn’t think she would have handed over the cufflink immediately. Yet he was too eager to possess it, so he just openly claimed it, waiting for her to acknowledge.

Shi Nuan just turned twenty-two this year, and these twenty-two years of life have not been easy for her.

She had several men who were important to her—a number of significant... males!

For instance, Old Sir Xu, or Shi Yuanbo, and also Shen Zui and Song Yichuan...

But she never considered giving this cufflink to any of them; the only likely recipient was himself.

The next morning, when the two got up, Song Yansheng said he didn’t feel anything, but Shi Nuan’s hand was sore, astonishingly not disappearing even after the whole night.

Liao Qinghe didn’t know when he returned last night, but when the two went downstairs this morning, he was already sitting there.

Judging by his good spirits.

Liao Qinghe was a man and could easily tell what had transpired!

However, he didn’t think of Shi Nuan’s physical condition. Recently, Shi Nuan’s diet had been light, avoiding spicy and cold foods.

She thought it was likely due to Shi Nuan’s period.

He raised an eyebrow, thinking, even during her period, the young ones these days don’t refrain; tsk tsk, quite enviable indeed.

But speaking of it, his days in T City had been serene; after all, he was a man with certain needs.

He wasn’t overly conservative, and over the years, he did enjoy some carefree moments. Having been with Wen Biyue calmed him down somewhat.

Certain things naturally have significance and joy when shared with someone you love.

Even if it’s not yet at the point of love, there should be some liking; otherwise, it can’t really continue.

Just last night, Zhou Hui had drinks with him. Apparently, the two had some contact during this time.